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The View From Up Here – Stockyard Point

The little township of Stockyard Point is named after Stockyard Point, which makes sense. Stockyard Point, the lookout, is a short 1 minute drive on the outside of the township.

One of the days we were exploring Byfield, we drove up to the Point and found that we had phone reception, everyday for the remainder of our visit we drove up there to get our technology fix. Besides the phone reception, we had the most stunning uninterrupted views of the coastline.

To the left of us was Little Five Rocks Headland and our own private beach.

Little Five Rocks Headland

Little Five Rocks Headland

To the right was Nine Mile Beach. As a side note, we drove along Nine Mile on our explorations. I really don’t rate the beach, it was scummy, full of rubbish, barren and obviously used for driving only. But, from up high it looks lovely.

View of Nine Mile Beach

View of Nine Mile Beach

In my previous posts, I mentioned that near our campground there was a corridor of butterflies, well, we found more at Stockyard Point!

More beautiful butterflies

More beautiful butterflies

Off the man made track we found a couple of memorial plaques. Both men died in 2005 in different months, one was definitely in an accident in Byfield and the other memorial plaque had no explanation.

Stockyard Point, what a great view from here!

Memorial Plaque

Memorial Plaque

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Second memorial plaque



The Ugly Side of Moreton Island

Everyone says that Moreton Island is beautiful, and it is; however, that beauty is marred by the amount of washed up rubbish littering these beautiful beaches.

Moreton Island Matress

About halfway through our trip I realised that the pictures I was taking weren’t accurately portraying the island at all; therefore, I was actually doing it a great disservice.

If someone had told me that Moreton suffers from a serious rubbish issue, I would have packed extra rubbish bags,  some gardening gloves and Johny and I would have done our little bit to try and help out.

Moreton Island Rubbish



Moreton Island RubbishThis problem hasn’t gone completely unnoticed with the SEQ Catchments teaming up with P7 Offroad Driving to try and alleviate some of the problem.

However, this is only a patch up job, the underlying issues still exist.

Moreton Island Rubbish




So, although we weren’t able to help much on this trip, I hope this blog inspires you to do the right thing and contribute when you visit Moreton Island.



Washed out of Harry’s Hut

What was meant to be a relaxing weekend for two turned into mud. We decided to take a nice romantic weekend for two up to Harry’s Hut just north of Noosa.

The traffic was terrible as we attempted to leave the city. The intention was to leave early to miss the mass exodus of citysiders leaving Brisbane for the weekend. Unfortunately our planning was for nothing as we were caught in the mass crush of vehicles for over an hour. On top of this a constant rain was coming down heavily, which probably should have been a sign.

Eventually we got free of the jams and entered into more country areas. We drove through tiny pockets of settlements, a number of isolated properties and rolling green hills. I wonder, while we drive, what it would be like to live in these tiny pocket towns so far away from the city and isolated in nature? How do these tiny little towns survive? Where do people work?

Rolling green hills

Rolling green hills

As the case seems to be with all of our trips, the GPS got us lost. It took us down a road which turned out to be a dead end. There were no sign posts, nothing. I programmed the GPS to find an alternate route which we followed. The total lack of signage ensured that we didn’t know if we were even on the right road or heading in the right direction.

We slid around on a clay packed road (Johny was in 4WD heaven) and then turned onto a forest track. By this time is was getting dark. On either side of the wet pot holed road were tall trees, the scene looked like something out of a horror story. We drove through long vine tentrils hanging thickly down the middle of the road hitting the windscreen as we drove through. Our progression was long and slow going through puddles of unknown depth splashing the windows as we drove through. Always in the back of my mind was the fact that we mightn’t have even been on the right road and there was no option to turn around, we just couldn’t fit!

Eventually in the pitch black we came across a campground. We drove through slowly, no street lights here to guide us, and allocated ourselves a site. Completely stressed out by this stage we managed to set the tent up; dinner was and informal fare of cheese, wine and a few games of Blitz followed promptly by sleep.

It rained on and off during the night. Camping in the rain is an interesting experience. The sound of drops hitting the canvas on and off, hard and soft, in patches or constant; and it is loud, so loud. Thankfully there was no storm, no wind, just heavy rain.

We awoke early, as you do when camping, to the sounds of the bush. Native birds, insects and frogs. People moving about, the camp was stirring. We set up the annex area of the camper; cooked some breaky on our new Weber and took the kayaks down to the river.

Even though we had never been to Harrys hut; we could see that the river had risen significantly as the jetty was completely under water. This didn’t deter us and we took the kayaks onto the river. As we are novices we never take the kayaks far; but, we didn’t have to, we were completely alone. The river looked like a large container full to the brim of water. There were no dry, parched banks; everything was full to the top.

On our return the Park Rangers had arrived. Tewantin, further up the river, had a lot of rain overnight and the water was coming our way. They had been instructed to ask all of the campers to move out. So with a soggy heart we packed up our little campsite which we had just set up and drove ourselves out and back home.

Tree corridor on the way out

Tree corridor on the way out

Flooded road on the way out

Flooded road on the way out

One for the 4WD Enthusiasts

Who doesn’t love a long weekend? Yep, we had another one this weekend, I’m not sure why but, I don’t question these things.

Fortunately this weekend we were able to attend a 4WD course we booked earlier this year. We left on Friday afternoon for Landcruiser Park, approx 60km out of Kilcoy. Landcruiser Park is about 41 squared Km’s. Located in the Jimna Range, the park is a working cattle farm, wilderness park as well as having over 200km’s of 4WD tracks.

We had a few engine troubles but managed to get there in time to set up our trailer in the last of the light. We were camped in the driver training “VIP” area. The rest of the park was full of people but we had a massive area, which we only had to share with 2 other cars. It felt like we had the park to ourselves, perfect isolation.

Camp Oven Roast

Once the trailer was up we lit a nice big fire and I cooked my first lot of damper and a lamb roast in our camp oven, it was cooked to perfection.  We then sat back with a stubbie and chilled out before bed.

Beautiful views from our campsite

More views

First thing in the morning we all met our instructor/owner, Dave from P7 Offroad Driving Accreditation. In a previous life Dave was an Outdoor Ed Teacher. His job was to “take other people’s kids camping”. Once had started his family he decided to go into business for himself and since he was passionate about the outdoors and 4WDing thats what he went into.

The group was mainly beginners and we went through a few driving exercises one by one.

Johny going up a log

Me in the Wombat Holes

Wombat Holes again

There was also a fair chunk of wisdom imparted to us by Dave, who was incredibly knowledgeable, has soooo much experience and was great about answering all of our questions. He was a very patient man!

The group was a mix of people ranging from guys who had done a fair bit of 4WDing before, families with their kids and quite of few females on their own as well. It was a great mix of people and cars and by the end of the day we were all getting along nicely.

Gorgeous Scenery

The next day we were invited along to watch the advanced accreditation course. We were incredibly grateful for this opportunity as we leant so much more about tougher tracks and winching and were able to watch them in action.

Advanced Driver Training


We had a fantastic time and met some lovely people who have given us so much information on 4WD’s, camping and all of the other things that come with this hobby. I also highly recommend checking out the P7 website and consider doing a course with Dave.

Foggy last morning